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Subject: {ASSM} [Secret Santa] Holiday Vacation (mf rom)
Date: Fri, 26 Dec 2003 22:10:03 -0500
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All,
I wrote this story for Souvie in appreciation of all
of her hard work in arranging the Secret Santa
program.
Enjoy,
Lazlo Zalezac
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sexually explicit material or are under the age of 18, stop reading
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Holiday Vacation
By
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2003
The holiday season arrives with long nights, short days, too much
to do, and too little time. The stores are packed with shoppers, the
roads are crowded, and there are too many places that you have to
be. Tension and stress build to a point that leads to full fledged
depression. The rich know how to deal with the problem. To get
away from it all, they take a vacation during the holidays to
someplace bright, warm, and relaxing.
"Here you go, my good man! All the information you need is on
this," said Jack as he handed over his drivers license and credit
card with a flourish. Leaning on the counter, he grinned and raised
his eyebrows in a cocky fashion. He asked, "So how are things in
Tahiti?"
Jill looked around the lobby of the hotel. It could be the lobby of
any hotel anywhere in the world. Plush chairs were scattered
around, giving little islands for conversations. Off the lobby was
the standard hotel restaurant with a bar. A sign outside declared a
happy hour from four until seven.
"Tahiti is always great," replied the clerk, a young man of about
twenty-five. He frowned as he examined the drivers license.
Confused he looked up at Jack and Jill. Looking at the middle-aged
couple made him think twice about making a comment. Jack had a
pot belly that hung over his belt, his hair had thinned in typical
male pattern baldness, and his clothes were definitely off the rack.
Jill wasn't much better looking. Her hair, dyed a horrible off red,
was done up in a permanent, she needed to loose about thirty-five
pounds, and was in dire need of a fashion consultant.
Despite his surprise at the information on the drivers license, he
entered it into the computer anyway. It wasn't long before the
printer chattered and spat out the registration form. With utmost
professionalism, he said, "Sign here and initial here."
Signing the form with a flourish, Jack answered, "Here you go."
The clerk looked at the form and then handed over the little folded
paper containing two plastic cards. With the boredom that comes
from months of repetition, he said, "Your room is 422. These are
your keys. Take the elevator over there to the fourth floor."
Taking the plastic cards from the folded paper, Jack handed one to
Jill as he slipped one into his pocket. She chuckled at the wink he
gave her and said, "I've been looking forward to Tahiti ever since
Thanksgiving."
"Same here, my dear," replied Jack as he picked up the luggage.
She led the way to the elevator and pushed the call button. Jill put
her arm around his. Winking at each other, they waited for the
elevator to arrive. When the elevator arrived, Jack said in a voice
loud enough to carry over to where the clerk watched them,
"Patience my dear, we don't want the clerk to get the idea that we
are perverts."
Slapping him lightly on the arm, Jill laughed. She replied, "You
are so bad!"
Entering the elevator, Jill pressed the buttons for the fourth, fifth,
sixth, seventh, and eighth floors. It was a juvenile thing to do, but
vacations always made her feel young again. As the doors closed,
she said, "God, I so love our annual holiday vacation."
Setting the luggage down for a moment, he cupped her ass with his
free hand. She backed into it seductively and kissed him on his
cheek. He suggested, "You want to stop the elevator for a little
quickie?"
Giggling, her hand moved towards the stop button. Just as she was
about to press it, she pulled her hand back and teased, "I'm so tired
from the trip here. Let's take a nap first. We have five whole days
to fill with kinky adventures."
The door of the elevator opened and Jack quickly picked up the
luggage. He followed Jill to the door of their room. Slipping the
card into the slot, the green light on the locking mechanism came
on. She opened the door and held it for Jack while he carried their
luggage into the room. It was with great relief that he set them
down inside the closet. Walking around the room, they checked out
hotel room layout. As she shut the curtains, she said, "Every hotel
room in the world must look like this one."
Nodding his agreement, Jack answered, "Hotel rooms are the same
everywhere we go."
"I still thought the hotel rooms in Tahiti would look special," said
Jill with a very slight pout.
Jack answered, "What can I say? Hotel rooms are the same
everywhere. Are you up to a walk to the beach?"
"I'm so tired from the trip here," said Jill as she stretched and
slipped off her shoes. She added, "I sure could use a nap."
Jack said, "That's fine with me. I'm always up for a nap."
It only took them a minute to undress since they weren't striving
for a sexy strip tease. They climbed into bed and kissed each other
in the comfortable fashion of couples that have been married for
twenty years. It wasn't long before they both fell asleep.
Two hours later, Jack stirred as he felt a familiar sensation around
his cock. He came wide awake to the wonderful music of slurping
sounds as she sucked his cock. When he started to come close to
reaching an orgasm, he said, "Whoa! Stop! If you keep that up, I'm
going to come!"
She crawled out from under the covers with a wicked grin on her
face. Throwing the covers off the bed, Jack kissed her and worked
his way down to her neck with little love nips. She held the back of
his neck, keeping him there as the sensations shot down to her
breasts and then on to her clit. There weren't words that could
adequately describe how much she enjoyed having her neck kissed.
She was fortunate that Jack knew all of her special spots and even
more fortunate that he enjoyed visiting them with great regularity.
When her body was properly warmed up, he moved down to her
already erect nipples. He nipped her right nipple between his teeth
as he slowly rubbed her left nipple between his thumb and middle
finger. The sharp sensation of the nip contrasted nicely with the
soft teasing touch. She reached between her legs and started slowly
rubbing herself. She used a complex motion to stimulate herself,
one that Jack had never mastered. It was sure to give her an
orgasm, but she knew that Jack would replace her hand with his
tongue before she had a chance to come. His tongue would take
her over that miraculous precipice.
As she started breathing heavy and rocking her hips wildly, Jack
nudged her hand out of the way with his nose. Her finger was
replaced by his tongue. Rather than working on her clit, he stuck
his tongue into her passage finding it filled with her juices.
Slurping loudly, he moved his head to and fro as his tongue
worked deeper into her. His nose tickled her clit. This was
something new and she liked it a lot. Squeezing her nipples
between her fingers, she moaned as the number of sensations
overwhelmed her. She came with a loud scream.
While she was in the throes of her orgasm, Jack moved up and
penetrated her with his cock, slowly pushing it in until it was
buried to the hilt. The action prolonged her orgasm. When he
withdrew, it was almost enough to leave the tight confines of her
pussy. When he thrust into her, it was as deep as he could possibly
go with pelvic bone pressing into pelvic bone. Thrusting into her
gently, he set a very slow pace. The slow movements teased her to
another the brink of another orgasm, but the sensations were not
quite enough to send her over the edge. When she could stand it no
more, she shouted, "Fuck me! Fast! Hard!"
He slammed into her roughly, just the way that she liked it. The
bed shook from the force of his thrusts. She panted and moaned as
her orgasm slowly broke over her. Her body went rigid from the
intense pleasure. Continuing to thrust into her, he finally spilled his
seed deep within. He finished with tight short thrusts that kept him
embedded deep inside her.
They stayed motionless for several minutes, as each reveled in the
afterglow of their orgasms. Jack finally rolled off her and lay back
on the bed. Sighing, he said, "That was wonderful."
"Heavenly is the word I would use."
Reaching down, Jack pulled up the covers. They kissed tenderly
and passionately. In minutes they were asleep in each others arms.
It was several hours before they woke again.
"Should I call room service or do you want to eat downstairs?"
asked Jack.
Jill was quiet for a minute while she considered her answer.
Finally, she said, "Let's eat in tonight. The trip here was murder."
While Jack called room service, Jill took a long shower.
Luxuriating in the warm spray of water on her body, she took her
time in cleaning off the residue of their earlier activities. Opening
one of the suitcases, Jack removed a couple of robes for them to
wear when room service delivered their dinner. Opening the other
suitcase, he removed a pair of wine glasses and a bottle of
burgundy. He set them on the little piece of furniture that was
laughingly called a table.
Donning his robe and grabbing the ice bucket, he slipped the key
to the room in a pocket and headed into the hallway to get some
ice. Following the whirring noise at the end of the hall, he quickly
located the ice machine. He filled the bucket two thirds full,
leaving enough room for the bottle of white wine to chill for later.
He ambled back to the room, satisfied with himself and looking
forward to eating.
Entering the room, he found Jill putting on her bathrobe. He
teased, "Getting shy in my presence?"
"No, silly. This is so that when room service shows up, we don't
give the poor boy a nasty shock!" replied Jill. She flipped the robe
open on the last three words and took her time closing it.
Laughing at her saucy behavior, Jack put the bottle of white wine
in the ice bucket. It would chill until they were ready to drink it.
He went to the table and opened the bottle of Burgundy. Filling
two glasses, he handed one to Jill and kept the other. They seated
themselves around the table. Jack raised his glass and said, "Here's
to our holiday vacation in Tahiti."
"Another lovely trip to an exotic location!" replied Jill with a
smile. She so loved their travels to various spots around the world.
Every year they spent five days in some exotic location to escape
the mad holiday season. They had been doing this for twenty five
years.
Sipping their wine, they discussed the activities for the next few
days. Moonlit walks along the beach, scuba diving in the crystal
clear waters, and trips to nightclubs. Room service arrived with
their dinner and left quite pleased with the tip. They ate and
chatted, avoiding topics like bills, work, children, and home. It was
a very pleasant meal. When they were done with it, Jill loaded the
plates onto the delivery tray and carried it out to the hall. It was
Jack's turn to rinse out the wine glasses.
After all traces of the meal had been removed, Jack went to the
phone and called room service. He requested that a platter of
cheese and fruits be delivered to the room at eleven that night.
Once that little task had been performed, the two of them got into
bed and fell asleep.
A couple of hours later, they woke and started kissing. It was a
more passionate bout of foreplay than earlier. His kisses were more
demanding and her responses were stronger. She lightly bit his lip
when he kissed her. He twisted her nipples between his thumb and
forefinger, provoking her to emit a low pitched growl. The actions
of each had the desired effect on the other - a hard cock and a well
lubricated pussy.
She moved out from under him and rose to her hands and knees.
Wiggling her ass, she looked over her shoulder at him. She called
to him, "Mount me, my manly stud!"
Positioning himself behind her, he entered her doggy style. This
was her favorite position and he knew it. Doggy style meant hard
thrusts with hands around hips pulling her into him. She liked it
rough in this position and would be disappointed if he didn't slap
her ass with the flat of his hand occasionally as he thrust savagely
into her.
The coupling was mad and furious. He slammed into her, watching
as her buttocks shook from the force of his thrust. Emitting a
constant low pitched growl, she bucked back into his thrusts. His
grunts excited her further as did the occasional slap on her ass.
Leaning forward, he grabbed her breasts and squeezed them with
moderate force. Always, this position brought out a desire for hard
handling on her part. He was only too happy to oblige. Supporting
herself with one hand, she reached between her legs and pressed on
her clit. She came with a deafening scream.
With a final thrust into her, he came. Even as his ejaculate shot out
from the end of his cock, she collapsed to the bed. His cock pulled
out of her pussy, his come spilling over her ass. He collapsed upon
her. His cock, nestled in the crack of her ass, slowly rubbed against
her as the final dribbles of come leaked out.
He rolled off her, knowing the discomfort his weight often caused.
Rocking her ass back and forth, she signaled her pleasure with a
low pitched purr. He looked over at her with great affection and
love. Retrieving a damp warm washcloth from the bathroom, he
cleaned the spilled come from her. That tender task of love done,
the two of them pulled the covers over themselves and fell asleep
again.
It was a few minutes before eleven when a knock on the door woke
Jack. He put on his robe and answered the door. The young man
from room service stood there holding a plate of cheese and fruit
on a tray, awkwardly trying to balance it as he knocked on the
door. Jack took the tray from the young man and carried it into the
room. Returning to the door, he signed the bill adding a nice tip.
Even though most of the ice had melted, the bottle of wine was
nicely chilled. Taking the bottle with him, he returned to the table
finding Jill seated there. Smiling widely, she was naked and posed
sexily for him as he looked at her. Grinning like a schoolboy, he
joined her and opened the bottle. He filled their two wine glasses
and they each took a sip. They fed each other slices of cheese and
fruits, occasionally pausing to take sips of the fruity German wine.
There was lots of teasing as one or the other would force the other
to chase after a proffered tidbit. Giggles, chuckles, and outright
laughter accompanied their late evening respite.
The bottle of wine and the platter of food were finally finished.
The couple sat back in their chairs content with each other and the
world. Eye's twinkling, Jack asked, "Are you ready for a nap?"
"Yes, I am," replied Jill.
It was a little after three in the morning when they woke again. Jill
turned to face Jack and suggested, "What would you say to taking
a little elevator ride?"
Laughing in anticipation of another grand adventure, Jack
answered, "Let's go!"
Dressing was a matter of slipping on a dress for her and pants and
a shirt for him. He didn't bother to put on socks, only his shoes.
She wore simple high heels. Slipping out of the room, they made
their way to the elevator. Giggling like a girl a third of her age, she
pressed the up button to call the elevator. The tent in his pants
created by his erect cock advertised to the world the level of
excitement he was feeling.
The elevator arrived and they stepped in. Jack pushed the button
for the tenth floor. Bending at the waist, she braced herself against
the bar that ran around the elevator. As the door of the elevator
closed, Jack stepped up behind her and flipped her dress over her
hips, leaving her bare ass exposed. Lowering his zipper, he fished
his erection out of his pants.
He pressed his cock against her pussy, slipping it into her hot wet
passage with ease. Their coupling was fast and furious as they
strove to finish before the elevator made it to the tenth floor.
Unconstrained by a bra, her nipples were caressed by the fabric of
her dress as her breasts swung in time to his thrusts. She was sure
they would come by the tenth floor. They didn't make it and he
was caught thrusting frantically into her when the elevator reached
its destination and the door opened. Fortunately, the area in front
of the elevator was empty. Not missing a beat, he reached back and
pressed the button for the fourth floor. Jill was laughing at the
situation even as she pushed back against him.
It seemed like it took forever for the elevator doors to close, but he
didn't slow down his frantic actions. The situation of having the
door of the elevator open and the fact that they stood a very good
chance of being caught worked its magic on them. In almost an
instant, both of them were driven to very high levels of excitement.
By the time the elevator passed the seventh floor, they both came.
He pulled out of her as the elevator dinged, announcing its arrival
at the fourth floor. Flipping her dress down to cover her bare ass,
he tucked himself back into his pants. She stood up and looked like
a very prim and proper housewife as the door of the elevator
opened. Racing back to their room, they could hardly get the key in
the slot from the excitement of their little adventure.
Later that morning, they woke and ordered a room service
breakfast. After eating, they again took a nap. They woke and she
rode his cock for twenty minutes, bringing both of them to a great
orgasm. They slept and woke, going down to the restaurant for
lunch as housekeeping changed the sheets in their room. The after
lunch nap was followed by a mid-afternoon fling in the shower.
After a nap, they had dinner. After dinner they had a nap. After
their nap, they snuck into the pool for a little sex in the water.
Five days and nights spent eating, sleeping, and making love flew
by too quickly. The one suitcase was emptied as bottles of wine
were consumed and sex toys were used. Their stay at the hotel was
over. As they packed for the trip home, Jack sighed and said, "I
really enjoyed Tahiti this year."
Jill agreed, "It was so much better than the Bahamas last year."
Closing the suitcases, he picked them up and headed to the door.
Jill held it open for him and they exited the room. It was with a
depressing clang that the door shut behind them. The trip in the
elevator was accompanied by Jill's giggles. She said, "This is our
elevator, we christened it properly."
Chuckling, as he pointed up at the surveillance camera, Jack
replied, "That we did and quite possibly in front of an audience!"
Laughing in embarrassment, Jill said, "I hope someone enjoyed
watching."
Laughing and joking about voyeur fan clubs, they reached the
checkout counter. The man behind the counter greeted them with
proper decorum. Looking at them, it was hard to believe that the
couple had been the subject of so much discussion among the hotel
staff. Their activities in the elevator had been captured on the hotel
security camera. The rooms next to theirs had to be left vacant
because of complaints about the noises coming from it day and
night. The custodian had watched their tryst in the pool. The maids
had made comments about the number of sex toys they had found
scattered about the room.
As Jack took care of checking out, he told the man behind the
counter, "This was our best trip yet. The next time we come to
Tahiti, maybe we'll actually get out of the hotel."
The man at the counter looked at Jack blankly. Glancing over at
Jill, he didn't find enlightenment from her either. She just rested a
hand on Jack's shoulder and said, "We say that every year, but we
never manage to leave the hotel. Last year it was the Bahamas."
The man looked confused, but didn't say a word. It wasn't his job,
so he just continued with the checkout procedure. He watched as
the happy couple stepped out of the hotel and found their car in the
parking lot. He didn't understand their insistence that they were in
Tahiti. The hotel was nowhere near Tahiti.
Ten minutes later, Jack and Jill pulled into the driveway of their
modest middle class suburban home. The drive had passed with the
couple discussing their plans for the rest of the day. Jack was going
to set up the artificial Christmas tree. While he was doing that, Jill
would run to the store and get the ingredients for the Christmas
dinner tomorrow. The kids would be coming home from College
and it would be a nice family night with everyone helping to
decorate the tree.
The next door neighbor noticed their return. With a friendly wave
of his hand, he greeted them by calling out, "So how was Tahiti?"
Giggling, Jill didn't answer. Jack said, "It was great. I definitely
recommend it."
"You don't look like you got much sun while you were there."
Jill answered, "We never made it out of the hotel."
The neighbor just shook his head. He couldn't imagine spending all
of that money to fly to Tahiti and then to spend the entire stay in
the hotel. Every year it was the same thing, they would go to some
exotic location and return without a single souvenir or photograph.
One had to wonder what they did on their trips, but they were such
a dull looking couple that it was hardly worth speculating. He
decided they must spend the entire vacation reading paperbacks by
an indoor pool. Shrugging off his curiosity, he returned to the
house calling out, "Merry Christmas."
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